I had countless strange bad dreams last night. It was pretty terrible. One dream was alright but I woke up in the middle of it.

Stand up against fascism. Write your representative and tell them to vote NO on H.R. 1108.

What are the requirements to be called a "bachelor"? I mean, what does it take to be a bachelor instead of just a loser?

I've run out of cake.

*dying*

My abdomen appears to be having some sort of allergic reaction to something but I have no idea what.

I tell people I cut myself shaving.

(Pictures Update!)

Well I guess I'll write out a little more extensive blog for the heck of it. I asked my cousin to cut my hair and she agreed. I suppose it went pretty well and I'm more or less happy with it, I mean as happy as I could have been. It's so much easier now, and much cooler. Just in time for summer. She also dyed it a darker color but I think I want it darker, and I also want to shorten the back up some more because it sticks straight out; I imagine due to the fact that it was always pulled up to go into the pony tail. In any event I suppose I'll take some pictures some day whenever I work up the ambition or maybe next time I have my camera out for work. Showering is the weirdest part because I'm always grabbing for hair that isn't there and my back is constantly cold now. I also forget it's gone from time to time.

Just another hideous face in the crowd.

Alright, so here are some pictures I took. I tried a few different styles, and even tried to smile and look as horrible and goofy as possible in some of them!

Well I guess I'll write out a little more extensive blog for the heck of it. I asked my cousin to cut my hair and she agreed. I suppose it went pretty well and I'm more or less happy with it, I mean as happy as I could have been. It's so much easier now, and much cooler. Just in time for summer. She also dyed it a darker color but I think I want it darker, and I also want to shorten the back up some more because it sticks straight out; I imagine due to the fact that it was always pulled up to go into the pony tail. In any event I suppose I'll take some pictures some day whenever I work up the ambition or maybe next time I have my camera out for work. Showering is the weirdest part because I'm always grabbing for hair that isn't there and my back is constantly cold now. I also forget it's gone from time to time.

Just another hideous face in the crowd.

It's finally done. My hair is cut. I think I have phantom hair.

Yes, I believe my hair simply isn't me anymore. Not only is it too much of a hassle, it takes so much time to take care of and costs too much money as well. I'm thinking that I'm going to have my cousin cut it short sometime in early May. I just have to work up the courage to go through with it and change the way I've been for the past six years. Of course I will keep and/or donate as much of it as possible. I just feel it's time for a change.

I plan on showing this picture to my cousin and requesting that she make my hair look like this.